Sweet Dream

I reach out to embrace the earth of soft cotton and cushy ground with little worms hidden. I close my eyes to see the round orange sun dancing beneath my eyes. My lips part in a smile like no other. I leap up and run. My glorious white train flowing behind me. Fresh moist air pushes its way into my nose. Nothing more perfect than this. Just when I see my prince in shining armor awaiting me on his white stallion… I wake up.

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I know this sounds petty... but it's great, and nothing can change that. I love poems, and I especially love ones that show real emotion and tenderness. I don't think I'll ever forget this one... if I do, can you slap me?

This is an excellent poem! I love the vivid imagery and the ending is sort of predictable, but very nice. I truly appreciate the effort you put into proper punctuation. Not many poets bother with it, which really annoys me. So again, excellent work!

i like the abruptness of the ending, and this poem is awesome. but i also feel like you could really go into the fantasy a bit more and have some fun--like discuss dream like sensations of "cushy" in more deatail...but it has a lovely sort of drowsy dream like quality already--phantasmagorical (my fav word totally applies to this poem).